Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From

If I Freely May Discover What Should Please Me In My Lover, I Would Have Her Fair And Witty, Savouring More Of Court Than City; A Little Proud, But Full Of Pity; Light And Humorous In Her Toying, Oft Building Hopes, And Soon Destroying, Long, But Sweet In The Enjoying; Neither Too Easy Nor To Hard; All Extremes I Would Have Barr'd.

I See Compassion May Become A Justice, Though It Be A Weakness, I Confess, And Nearer A Vice Than A Virtue.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

Language Most Shows A Man, Speak That I May See Thee.